<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4329724765975002706</id><updated>2012-01-13T08:49:40.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dina Zaman</title><subtitle type='html'>i used to blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dina-zaman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4329724765975002706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dina-zaman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dina Zaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16629731119374688649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4329724765975002706.post-955380052565089004</id><published>2007-07-04T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:24:21.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one thing led to another, workwise and things are looking... nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;former bosses called me up, they're based abroad now and we had a good chat. God willing, if all works out, i will have quite a pile on my plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but they made this point: i've written for the newspapers since 94. i should be pouring all my energy into my column instead of blogging. after all, i have been given a space. maximise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the book is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the blog was set up for that reason: to promote the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i have deadlines, deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i need that space: the writing life and my life-life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of course my friends were appalled by the idea: hah, all the stories about your launch and all that down the tube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the past is the past. i'm not that precious. it's time to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will i blog again? i don't know. loads of work, and there's a life out there - a good life. with friends like aa, auntie rubie, mrs scott, ttg, mm, lily, miko, eliza, m, and the new friends i made over the years, it'll be a picnic. with one or two kerengga but that's life, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stay well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4329724765975002706-955380052565089004?l=dina-zaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4329724765975002706/posts/default/955380052565089004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4329724765975002706/posts/default/955380052565089004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dina-zaman.blogspot.com/2007/07/tata.html' title='tata'/><author><name>Dina Zaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16629731119374688649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
